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Theodore and Honoria by Giovanni Boccaccio Of all the cities in Romanian lands
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The Art of Poetry [excerpt] by Nicolas Boileau-Despréaux Gently make haste, of Labour not afraid
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The Allure of Forms by Coral Bracho Blissful dance. Scream
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Canterbury Tales, The Knight's Tale, Book I [Excerpt] by Geoffrey Chaucer In days of old there lived, of mighty fame
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Stars Wheel in Purple by H. D. Stars wheel in purple, yours is not so rare
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At Baia by H. D. I should have thought
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Helen in Egypt, Eidolon, Book III: 4 by H. D. Did her eyes slant in the old way?
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Pear Tree by H. D. Silver dust
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Helen by H. D. All Greece hates
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Heat by H. D. O wind, rend open the heat,
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Song by H. D. You are as gold / as the half-ripe grain
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Moonrise by H. D. Will you glimmer on the sea?
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Oread by H. D. Whirl up, sea
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Sitalkas by H. D. Thou art come at length
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Orchard by H. D. I saw the first pear
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The Helmsman by H. D. O be swift
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Prayer by H. D. White, O white face
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Bomb Crater Sky by Lam Thi My Da They say that you, a road builder
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Los Angeles by Kamau Daáood the angels here have pigeon's wings
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Another Song [Are they shadows that we see?] by Samuel Daniel Are they shadows that we see
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Strip by Jim Daniels She danced in front of the window,
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Short-Order Cook by Jim Daniels An average joe comes in
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War Photograph by Kate Daniels A naked child is running
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Ramallah by Bei Dao in Ramallah the ancients play chess in the starry sky
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To Roosevelt by Rubén Darío It is with the voice of the Bible, or verse of Walt Whitman
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[Snow White] by Lightsey Darst do you have
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In Jerusalem by Mahmoud Darwish In Jerusalem, and I mean within the ancient walls
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I Didn't Apologize to the Well by Mahmoud Darwish I didn't apologize to the well when I passed the well
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I Belong There by Mahmoud Darwish I belong there. I have many memories. I was born as everyone is born.
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Sonnet V by Mahmoud Darwish I touch you as a lonely violin touches the suburbs of the faraway place
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A Noun Sentence by Mahmoud Darwish A noun sentence, no verb
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"Now, I know you remember so and so" by Doris Davenport meaning somebody who rode through town once
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The Pear by Chad Davidson It’s the consistency of flesh that drives us
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Cockroaches: Ars Poetica by Chad Davidson They know that death is merely of the body
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This is the Cow by Chad Davidson Imagine the years being sucked out
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The Match by Chad Davidson The burner and the blackout crave you
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Consolation Miracle by Chad Davidson In the pewless church of San Juan Chula
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On A Pair of Garters by Sir John Davies Go, loving woodbine, clip with lovely grace
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The Primer by Christina Davis She said, I love you
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Preliminary Report from the Committee on Appropriate Postures for the Suffering by Jon Davis We who wear clean socks and shoes are tired
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In Darkness by Jon Davis Silence in this suburb of cars and dogs, of roar
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A Boat by Jordan Davis When I am sitting at my desk and I have feelings
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With My Back to City Hall, On Yom Kippur by Jordan Davis The gnats love the highway dividers
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Amber Alert by Jordan Davis Having a child changes you. For example
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Text Messages by Jordan Davis A wave of love for you just knocked me off my chair
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Hero and Leander by Jordan Davis Yet in that silver age
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On a Door by Jordan Davis With practice I could fold a rose
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Toothpaste Kids Sunburn by Jordan Davis I tell you I will not make any more raids
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Mostly Read The Luna Moth by Jordan Davis The savor of mango is unlike
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Least Said by Olena Kalytiak Davis Maybe we you us
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Talk by Kwame Dawes No one quarrels here, no one has learned
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Souvenir of the Ancient World by Carlos Drummond de Andrade Clara strolled in the garden with the children.
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Mother by Herman de Coninck What you do with time
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Since I'm Condemned by Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz Since I'm condemned to death
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Love Opened a Mortal Wound / Con el dolor de la mortal herida by Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz Love opened a mortal wound. / Con el dolor de la moral herida,
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Suspend, Singer Swan by Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz Suspend, singer swan, the sweet strain
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You Foolish Men by Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz You foolish men who lay
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Winter by Walter De La Mare And the robin flew
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Dear Empire [these are your temples] by Oliver de la Paz These are your temples
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Demolition Derby by Mónica de la Torre Sonya's so good that all the guys
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On Translation by Mónica de la Torre Not to search for meaning, but to reedify a gesture, an intent.
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Migrating Birds by Mónica de la Torre Victor got a real sense of power
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The Script by Mónica de la Torre You thought this would be
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Driven by a Strange Desire by Mónica de la Torre When the sun turns gray and I become tired
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Sonnets on Love XIII by Jean de Sponde "Give me a place to stand," Archimedes said,
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It is Night, in My Study by Miguel de Unamuno It is night, in my study.
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The Snowfall Is So Silent by Miguel de Unamuno The snowfall is so silent,
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The Family Group by Madeline DeFrees That Sunday at the zoo I understood the child I
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At sunrise I arose… by Michel Deguy At sunrise I arose
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Juvenile Hall Teacher by Timothy Dekin Back from a 12-hour pass,
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The Alien by Greg Delanty I'm back again scrutinizing the Milky Way
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A New Law by Greg Delanty Let there be a ban on every holiday
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Frog by Chard deNiord My tongue leapt out of my mouth
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The Double Truth by Chard deNiord I still taste you from the time
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Goddess of Maple at Evening by Chard deNiord She breathed a chill that slowed the sap
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Thanksgiving Letter from Harry by Carl Dennis I guess I have to begin by admitting
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In Paris by Carl Dennis Today as we walk in Paris I promise to focus
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How the mind works still to be sure by Jennifer Denrow You were the white field when you handed me a blank
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Untitled [The more I go, the harder it becomes to return] by Jennifer Denrow The more I go, the harder it becomes to return
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R.I.P., My Love by Tory Dent Let us be apart then like the panoptical chambers in IC
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Palea by Tory Dent Only my mouth taking you in, the greenery splayed deep green.
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The Pressure by Tory Dent Too many times have I with the sun on my back, flamboyant, heinously direct,
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Sysiphusina by Shira Dentz place where i gulp
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Woman at the Window by Theodore Deppe Like a woman in Vermeer, she ironed
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The Weakness by Toi Derricotte That time my grandmother dragged me
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In Knowledge of Young Boys by Toi Derricotte i knew you before you had a mother
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Elegy for my husband by Toi Derricotte What was there is no longer there
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Identity of Images by Robert Desnos I am fighting furiously with animals and bottles
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No, Love Is Not Dead by Robert Desnos No, love is not dead in this heart these eyes and this mouth
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The Voice of Robert Desnos by Robert Desnos So like a flower and a current of air
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Photo of Home From Home by Richard Deutch I used to leave this granite house
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Love Poem from South China, 1999 by Rachel DeWoskin The tropical infection traced
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Smoke by W. S. Di Piero We loiter in the cobblestone alley
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Hunting Civil War Relics at Nimblewill Creek by James Dickey As he moves the mine detector
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Falling by James Dickey The states when they black out and lie there rolling when they turn
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The Shark's Parlor by James Dickey Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island
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The Dusk of Horses by James Dickey Right under their noses, the green
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There's a certain Slant of light (258) by Emily Dickinson There's a certain Slant of light,
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I'm Nobody! Who are you? (260) by Emily Dickinson I'm Nobody! Who are you?
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I measure every Grief I meet (561) by Emily Dickinson I measure every Grief I meet
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Fame is a fickle food (1659) by Emily Dickinson Fame is a fickle food
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Like Brooms of Steel (1252) by Emily Dickinson
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We never know how high we are (1176) by Emily Dickinson We never know how high we are
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I cannot live with You (640) by Emily Dickinson I cannot live with You--
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Hope is the thing with feathers (254) by Emily Dickinson Hope is the thing with feathers
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Come Slowly—Eden (211) by Emily Dickinson Come slowly—Eden
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I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl (443) by Emily Dickinson I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl—
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The Soul selects her own Society (303) by Emily Dickinson The Soul selects her own Society—
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Safe in their Alabaster Chambers (216) by Emily Dickinson Safe in their Alabaster Chambers—
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A Bird came down the Walk (328) by Emily Dickinson A Bird came down the Walk
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Luck is not chance (1350) by Emily Dickinson Luck is not chance
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Knows how to forget! (433) by Emily Dickinson Knows how to forget
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It's all I have to bring today (26) by Emily Dickinson It's all I have to bring today
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One day is there of the series by Emily Dickinson One day is there of the series
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A lane of Yellow led the eye (1650) by Emily Dickinson A lane of Yellow led the eye
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Color - Caste - Denomination - (970) by Emily Dickinson Color - Caste - Denomination
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It sifts from Leaden Sieves - (311) by Emily Dickinson It sifts from Leaden Sieves
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A Drop fell on the Apple Tree (794) by Emily Dickinson A Drop fell on the Apple Tree
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I taste a liquor never brewed (214) by Emily Dickinson I taste a liquor never brewed--
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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280) by Emily Dickinson I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
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I heard a Fly buzz (465) by Emily Dickinson I heard a Fly buzz--when I died--
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Because I could not stop for Death (712) by Emily Dickinson Because I could not stop for Death--
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To make a prairie (1755) by Emily Dickinson To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
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The Savior must have been a docile Gentleman (1487) by Emily Dickinson The Savior must have been
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Two Butterflies went out at Noon— (533) by Emily Dickinson Two Butterflies went out at Noon
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There is no frigate like a book (1263) by Emily Dickinson There is no frigate like a book (1263)
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The Soul unto itself (683) by Emily Dickinson The Soul unto itself
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A Man may make a Remark (952) by Emily Dickinson A Man may make a Remark
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My life closed twice before its close (96) by Emily Dickinson My life closed twice before its close
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One Sister have I in our house (14) by Emily Dickinson
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Wild Nights – Wild Nights! (249) by Emily Dickinson Wild Nights! - Wild Nights!
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Besides the Autumn poets sing (131) by Emily Dickinson Besides the Autumn poets sing
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I like to see it lap the Miles (43) by Emily Dickinson I like to see it lap the Miles
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The Outlet (162) by Emily Dickinson My river runs to thee
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It was not Death, for I stood up (510) by Emily Dickinson It was not Death, for I stood up
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Winter is good - his Hoar Delights (1316) by Emily Dickinson Winter is good - his Hoar Delights
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Breathing by Josephine Dickinson As I walk up the rise into the silence of snow, in the sough of brittle snowflakes
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Ghost Story by Matthew Dickman I remember telling the joke
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My Autopsy (Excerpt) by Michael Dickman There is a way
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Killing Flies by Michael Dickman I sit down for dinner
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Shaving Your Father's Face by Michael Dickman First I get a father
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Dead Brother Super Hero by Michael Dickman You don't have to
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Emily Dickinson to the Rescue by Michael Dickman Standing in her house today all I could think of was whether she took a shit every morning
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Translations by Michael Dickman My mother was led into the world
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From the Lives of My Friends by Michael Dickman What are the birds called
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I Might Have Dreamed This by Kirsten Dierking For a short time after the rape,
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The Leaves by Deborah Digges I can bless a death this human, this leaf
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My Life's Calling by Deborah Digges My life's calling, setting fires
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Greeter of Souls by Deborah Digges Ponds are spring-fed, lakes run off rivers
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Darwin's Finches by Deborah Digges My mother always called it a nest
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Telling the Bees by Deborah Digges It fell to me to tell the bees
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Trapeze by Deborah Digges See how the first dark takes the city in its arms
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The Wind Blows Through the Doors of My Heart by Deborah Digges The wind blows
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A Reactionary Tale by Linh Dinh I was a caring husband. I bought socks for my family
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Proclamation by Stuart Dischell
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Days of Me by Stuart Dischell When people say they miss me,
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Wail of the Arab Beggars of the Casbah [excerpt] by Ishmael Ait Djafer The hands of the poor
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Yellow Beak by Stephen Dobyns A man owns a green parrot with a yellow beak
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Lost by Stephen Dobyns A cry was heard among the trees
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Unnatural Selections: A Meditation upon Witnessing a Bullfrog Fucking a Rock by Jim Dodge Amalgam of electric jelly,
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Satellite Convulsions by Ben Doyle When I bend back to gaze at the satellite convulsions, I
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Radio, Radio by Ben Doyle In the middle of every field,
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Single Vision & Newton's Sleep by Ben Doyle Lick the lights. Everyone
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Obviously by Ben Doller The curtain is kind
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Tug by Ben Doyle The tug on my arm but soon spread
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Chita Ground by Sandra Doller The blazes mine
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A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning by John Donne As virtuous men pass mildly away,
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The Anniversary by John Donne All kings, and all their favourites
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Death, be not proud (Holy Sonnet 10) by John Donne Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
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Lovers' Infiniteness by John Donne If yet I have not all the love
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Air and Angels by John Donne Twice or thrice had I loved thee,
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Break of Day by John Donne Tis true, 'tis day; what though it be?
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The Good-Morrow by John Donne I wonder by my troth, what thou and I
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Hymn to God, My God, in My Sickness by John Donne Since I am coming to that Holy room
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The Apparition by John Donne When by thy scorn, O murd'ress, I am dead
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The Baite by John Donne Come live with mee, and bee my love,
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To His Mistress Going to Bed by John Donne Come, Madam, come, all rest my powers defy
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At the round earth's imagined corners (Holy Sonnet 7) by John Donne At the round earth's imagin'd corners
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Batter my heart, three person'd God (Holy Sonnet 14) by John Donne Batter my heart, three person'd God; for, you
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The Sun Rising by John Donne Busy old fool, unruly Sun
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The Driver of the Car Is Unconscious by Timothy Donnelly Driver, please. Let's slow things down. I can't endure
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By Night with Torch and Spear by Timothy Donnelly That fire at the mouth of the flare stack rising
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The Night Ship by Timothy Donnelly Roll back the stone from the sepulchre's mouth!
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Self-Portrait as Miranda by Geri Doran My story begins at sea, in the bitter liquid
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Knot iii.VII by Stacy Doris If people could feed on themselves which they can, whether in despair
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Momentum by Catherine Doty Your friends won’t try to talk you out of the barrel
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Heaven for Stanley by Mark Doty For his birthday, I gave Stanley a hyacinth bean
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A Green Crab's Shell by Mark Doty Not, exactly, green:
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Couture by Mark Doty Peony silks
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Robert Harms Paints the Surface of Little Fresh Pond by Mark Doty Surface the action of the day
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Broadway by Mark Doty Under Grand Central's tattered vault
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The Embrace by Mark Doty You weren't well or really ill yet either;
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At the Gym by Mark Doty This salt-stain spot
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Heaven for Helen by Mark Doty Helen says heaven, for her
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Dear Tiara by Sean Thomas Dougherty I dreamed I was a mannequin in the pawnshop window
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Stars by Keith Douglas The stars still marching in extended order
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Two Loves by Lord Alfred Douglas I dreamed I stood upon a little hill
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The Shark by Lord Alfred Douglas A treacherous monster is the Shark
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In Praise of Shame by Lord Alfred Douglas Last night unto my bed bethought there came
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The Bistro Styx by Rita Dove She was thinner, with a mannered gauntness
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Persephone, Falling by Rita Dove One narcissus among the ordinary beautiful
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Ludwig Van Beethoven's Return to Vienna by Rita Dove Three miles from my adopted city
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Vacation by Rita Dove I love the hour before takeoff
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Adolescence II by Rita Dove Although it is night, I sit in the bathroom, waiting.
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Hades' Pitch by Rita Dove If I could just touch your ankle, he whispers, there
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from Crossing State Lines [Shirtsleeved afternoons] by Rita Dove Shirtsleeved afternoons
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The Road into Cuyabeno by Michael Dowdy Texas oilmen named this laceration
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Vitae Summa Brevis Spem Nos Vetat Incohare Longam by Ernest Dowson They are not long, the weeping and the laughter
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To His Coy Love by Michael Drayton I pray thee, leave, love me no more
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Why should a foolish marriage vow by John Dryden Why should a foolish marriage vow
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Astraea Redux by John Dryden Now with a general peace the world was blest
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A Song for St. Cecilia's Day by John Dryden From harmony, from heavenly harmony
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Heroic Stanzas on the Death of Oliver Cromwell by John Dryden And now 'tis time; for their officious haste
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Aureng-Zebe, Prologue by John Dryden Our author, by experience, finds it true
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Alexander's Feast; or, the Power of Music by John Dryden 'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won
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79 by Joachim du Bellay I do not write of love: I am no lover.
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The Czar's Last Christmas Letter: A Barn in the Urals by Norman Dubie You were never told, Mother, how old Illya was drunk
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Of Politics, & Art by Norman Dubie Here, on the farthest point of the peninsula
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The Novel as Manuscript by Norman Dubie I remember the death, in Russia
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February: The Boy Breughel by Norman Dubie The birches stand in their beggar's row:
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Before the Deployment by Jehanne Dubrow He kisses me before he goes. While I
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Stateside by Jehanne Dubrow If there is such a thing as elasticity
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Penelope Considers a New Do by Jehanne Dubrow The magazines declare: Don't ever cut your hair just after breaking up
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Solstice by Ellen Dudley On the first full day of summer the sun is up
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Harbor at Old Saybrook by K. E. Duffin Where pageantries of peril flow quickly
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History by Carol Ann Duffy She woke up old at last, alone,
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On Looking for Models by Alan Dugan The trees in time
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Plague of Dead Sharks by Alan Dugan Who knows whether the sea heals or corrodes
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Exquisite Politics by Denise Duhamel and Maureen Seaton The perfect voter has a smile but no eyes
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Sex with a Famous Poet by Denise Duhamel I had sex with a famous poet last night
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Kinky by Denise Duhamel They decide to exchange heads.
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The Threat by Denise Duhamel my mother pushed my sister out of the apartment door with an empty
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Exquisite Candidate by Denise Duhamel and Maureen Seaton I can promise you this: food in the White House
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Delta Flight 659 by Denise Duhamel I'm writing this on a plane, Sean Penn
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Lawless Pantoum by Denise Duhamel Men are legally allowed to have sex with animals
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Buying Stock by Denise Duhamel I know you won't mind if I ask you to put this on.
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Yes by Denise Duhamel According to Culture Shock:
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Buddhist Barbie by Denise Duhamel In the 5th century B.C.
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The Bottom by Denise Duhamel I stopped drinking on my way down the hill
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Joseph Cornell, with Box by Michael Dumanis World harbors much I'd like to fit inside
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Prayer for Sleep by Cheryl Dumesnil The chiropractor sent me home
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We Wear the Mask by Paul Laurence Dunbar We wear the mask that grins and lies
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A Negro Love Song by Paul Laurence Dunbar Seen my lady home las' night,
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Ships That Pass in the Night by Paul Laurence Dunbar Out in the sky the great dark clouds are massing
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Phyllis by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Summer in the South by Paul Laurence Dunbar The oriole sings in the greening grove
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Frederick Douglass by Paul Laurence Dunbar A hush is over all the teeming lists
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When Malindy Sings by Paul Laurence Dunbar G'way an' quit dat noise, Miss Lucy--
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Sympathy by Paul Laurence Dunbar I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
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Signs of the Times by Paul Laurence Dunbar Air a-gittin' cool an' coolah
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In Summer by Paul Laurence Dunbar Oh, summer has clothed the earth
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The Debt by Paul Laurence Dunbar This is the debt I pay
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Beyond the Years by Paul Laurence Dunbar Beyond the years the answer lies
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Lament for the Makaris by William Dunbar I that in heill was and gladness
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Sonnet by Alice Dunbar-Nelson I had no thought of violets of late
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I Sit and Sew by Alice Dunbar-Nelson I sit and sew—a useless task it seems
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Picking Up by Evelyn Duncan During the depression
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Every Infant's Blood by Graham Duncan Every tree is an ancestor tree,
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Achilles' Song by Robert Duncan I do not know more than the Sea tells me
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Such Is the Sickness of Many a Good Thing by Robert Duncan Was he then Adam of the Burning Way
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My Mother Would Be a Falconress by Robert Duncan My mother would be a falconress,
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Often I Am Permitted to Return to a Meadow by Robert Duncan as if it were a scene made-up by the mind,
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There are these moments of permission by Camille T. Dungy
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The Ripple Effect by Jamey Dunham The sleepy shark rolls from bed
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Charlotte Brontë in Leeds Point by Stephen Dunn From her window marshland stretched for miles.
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Here and Now by Stephen Dunn There are words
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The Kiss by Stephen Dunn How many years I must have yearned
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What Goes On by Stephen Dunn After the affair and the moving out
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The Routine Things Around the House by Stephen Dunn When Mother died
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The Hills, 5 by Kate Durbin Song I Feel Like Something's Changed plays over
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The Aeneid, Book I, [Arms and the man I sing] by Virgil
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